Take the self-pity out of your words. Look into the darkness, and accept it for what it is. Love is a fantasy, but lust is very real. You can rely on that. No two people can discern one another. But pain is real, and you can take comfort in that.

Happy endings are like ice cream, they taste nice, but they’re not good for you. Look into the darkness. Accept the pain, and embrace it. If you hold it in the right way, it even feels good. Let the sharp edges jut into you, and throw your head back while the warm blood drips down your body. If it gets on the sheets, you can just wash them in the morning.

Tragedy is almost like sex, it can inflate you like a balloon, filling your core until you forget who you were before. Romeo’s death was like a soft kiss, and Juliet’s expiration was orgasmic. What could have been more beautiful?

Look into the darkness. If you’re bad, accept it. Embrace it. People pretend to be good – but who is? Hold the darkness in your arms, kiss it like it’s your lover. You’ll never find a more loyal concubine. Some people are better than others, and if you fall below the mark, don’t fret. There are plenty of other fish at the bottom of the barrel. The fish at the top are too hard to catch, they like the light, they like the sun. They don’t want to be dragged down into the darkness. Let them swim over you, even if it breaks your heart.

Hearts are made of a strange material, very loose and flexible, though they bleed so easily. But blood can be cleaned. If you lose too much, it makes you dizzy, but you can just lie down for a while. No one will blame you for it. Then, when you’re strong enough, you can let the blood flow down again. Let the darkness pierce you. Lie down underneath it. The sooner you accept that this is your fate, the sooner what’s left of you can roam free.